Like childhood cancer

I arrived in Tel Aviv 10 minutes after the terror attack

When you stop picking up.

It doesn’t matter what continent you live on. The entire world is bleeding.

You’ll hear about these horror stories either way. You always do.

I always thought being a Believer meant never having questions. Never admitting weakness. But I have questions. And at times, I am anything but strong.

What happens when everything is falling apart around us, when everything we love is being destroyed? How do we deal?